Traditionally speaking, yes. [ she doesn't need him answering her rhetorical questions and yet for some reason he feels inclined to. small talk usually fails him but he feels drawn to her and with that comes a desire to give her whatever she wants. ( the part of him that lives to serve likes that she's so willing to take information he's reluctant to give about himself. ) her hand is upon him once more, coaxing the courage out of him that he either overdoes or holds back more often than not. ]

Passion. [ hands down, always with passion. ] I like not being able to keep our hands off of each other because we can't help ourselves. I like being wild and being consumed by the moment completely. [ who doesn't though? Dyson realizes she probably wants something less than the vague to run with, something to match her own interests. he slips his arms through hers, runs his palms down her back and while he can't exactly tug her closer and tell her come here and find out, he can still press her against him and hold her. ] I like when a woman knows what she wants. I like kissing, I like biting, I like being held down.

[ he's not afraid to make another move now that they're here but as much as he's glancing as her mouth, he's slightly more intrigued by hearing what she's into. ] Tell me what you enjoy, Caroline, or tell me to hurry up and find out. Say the word.